"Old Xing! Let's go up. The second battalion will stay here to block those rat holes."
Meng Fangli took out a magazine from his waist and quickly loaded it on his M1 carbine. The Japanese in front ran to the top of the mountain in a panic. Only a few remaining soldiers were left on the position and were still fighting to the death.
The reverse slope has basically been taken down, but those little devils pop up from various corridors from time to time, as annoying as gophers. The tunnel must be blocked, otherwise the group of people who took the back route would be very likely to be taken back by the little devils.
"Don't worry, leave this to me!" Xing Fuquan replied seriously, turned around and led the soldiers of the second battalion to continue clearing the reverse slope.
Meng Fan nodded and immediately ordered to his soldiers: "Everyone, pay attention! The first company is in the center, the second and third companies protect the flanks, the fourth company pays attention to long-range support, and win the top of Nantianmen for me!"
"kill!"
"Come on!"
The first battalion rushed towards the top of the mountain with great momentum, and there were some little Japs hiding in the trenches along the way to block them. Although the little Japs had a very tenacious fighting spirit, they were not enough to stand out in front of the first battalion, which had powerful firepower and skilled tactics.
The soldiers used the three-three tactics to the extreme and continued to advance with the support of rear mortars. How could these more than a hundred Japanese remnants stop the wolf-like tiger Sichuan Army?
The little devil had no choice but to be driven back by Meng and the others, until he was already within the shooting range of the tree fort.
"Bang bang bang bang bang...!"
At this time...fire suddenly opened in the direction of the tree fort, and unreasonable bullets kept shooting out from those unreasonable shooting ports, directly sweeping away the group of Japanese who were fighting and retreating, screaming incessantly, and they looked like a group of people. The rat that exploits the bellows gets angry from both ends.
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"Those brothers on the second floor who continue to cover the reverse slope, the people below will carry all the dead ones to the back...ah! Be gentle!"
Long Wenwen, who was slumped in the tree fort, grinned and roared, while Bu La was bandaging his injured left ear.
"Don't move, otherwise you'll get caught in your eyes if you move around." Bu La said angrily.
"This bitch is so lucky that the bullets will go around. It's a pity that Doubian..."
Kaname shook his head and let out a long sigh. He turned his head and looked at the bean cake lying next to him, feeling sad in his heart.
Douban's right arm was completely blown to pieces, and even his chest was charred black. His face was covered with bloodstains, and his entire upper body looked like it had been rolled in a pile of coal.
Mi Long squatted beside him and stared at him blankly, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart. The explosive package the Japanese had just thrown in exploded in front of their machine gun, and this kid pushed himself down before the explosion, but he suffered all the impacts.
The blood on his broken arm has been stopped as much as possible, but this is all we can do. Black and red blood continued to leak out of Doubian's mouth, and it was obvious that his internal organs had been shattered.
Everyone understands that after being so seriously injured...death...is only a matter of time.
"Little one, can you hear me? You still have something Mo Zi wants to say to me." Bu La also came over and gathered around Dou Biang, shouting at him seriously.
"Um...guke..."
Doubiang's eyes were wide open, and his body was still twitching slightly. The pain made him unable to speak anymore, and he could only whimper in pain.
Long Wenwen covered his ears and walked over, patted Milong's back and handed him a toothpaste-like object. He said with some reluctance: "Give him a shot of morphine, so that he can feel less uncomfortable when he leaves." bitter."
Milong silently took the morphine. He knew that Doubian was already on his deathbed and there was no way to save this life that was about to pass away.
With the injection of a large dose of medicine, Doubi, who was in agony, gradually calmed down, and the tormenting pain miraculously disappeared.
"Mi...Brother Milong..."
After a while, Doubi regained a little consciousness, raised his hand slightly, and called softly as if he was returning to the light.
"Here! I'm here!" Milong quickly grabbed his hand.
"You...save...my life, and I...save your life, and we...even, even..."
"Yes, yes! It's even, we're even, let's not say anything, just lie down." Mi Long wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. This silly boy still remembered the last time he took the shot for him.
"No problem, brother...after the war...can you go back to Baoding for me...and tell my parents...a message?"
Doubian struggled to show his honest smile, and his intermittent words deeply penetrated the hearts of everyone present.
"What are you talking about?" Milong asked with a cry.
"Bring me a message...bring a message..."
Doubi kept repeating these words, but his voice became weaker and weaker, his pupils slowly expanded, and his grip on the dragon slowly loosened.
"Doubian? Doubian!!" Milong shouted loudly, but Doubian didn't respond at all.
This character is a bit timid, always following behind the Mysterious Dragon, and the little warrior who listens to the Mysterious Dragon's orders just goes away.
Milong suddenly thought of the fight he had with Doubiang in the shelter, of letting him pretend to be dead in front of the old scholar's house, of yelling at him every time he ran out of bullets...
He couldn't bear it anymore, and cried loudly on Doubiang's body, Doubian's tears rolling down his face.
"Go home, go home!"
Long Wenwen raised his palm and hung it on Doubian's head, and muttered in his mouth: "The soul is back! Go to Junzhihengqian, why is it more square? The soul is back..."
His nose was numb and sore, and he couldn't bear to look at Doubiang's face. He turned away and let tears well up in his eyes.
"Go with peace of mind. In the next life... you will find a good family." Dong Dao said softly, squatting down and wiping away Doubian's dull eyes, taking off his coat and covering his head gently.
This scene made everyone burst into tears. Doubian, a simple and honest personality, always responded with a cheerful giggle no matter how "bullied" his comrades were. He was such a determined and stubborn little guy, but he could never be seen again. smile.
"Deputy commander!" The soldier looking out from the shooting hole on the second floor shouted excitedly to Long Wenwen: "Our brothers are coming up!"
Long Wenwen agreed, sighed slightly, turned around and said to Mi Long and the others: "Let's carry him to the back first, we still have work to do."
Not long after, Meng Fanlie led the vanguard to the tree fort, but the shocking scene inside made the soldiers in the battalion tremble.
The commando team that originally numbered more than a hundred people now only has about twenty, and basically everyone is injured. There are still a few seriously injured people covered in blood and wrapped like mummies lying on the ground.
"Dead, dead! You..." Meng Fanglia was about to say something, but seeing their dark faces and bloody bodies, he couldn't open his mouth.
"Don't know each other yet? Hurry up and bring some guns. The little devil's fire sticks are uncomfortable to use." Long Wenwen said carelessly with his hands on his hips.
"I said if you don't want to rest here, leave it to us later. You..."
"Cut the fucking nonsense!"
Long Wenwen took a submachine gun and pulled the bolt with a bang, holding his head high and roaring murderously: "I still want to settle the score with Takeuchi!"
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